America is experiencing a real pandemic. Not the one with a 99.99% recovery rate that occasionally kills a sick 80-year-old and used to be called the flu.
This virus is called the Look at Me Disease, and though it rarely kills anyone, it’s enough to make anyone who observes it nauseous.
Think I’m over-dramatizing the situation by calling it a disease? The Mayo Clinic says this about it:
“Narcissistic Personality Disorder is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance. They need and seek too much attention and want people to admire them.”
This disease is most common, but not limited to, young Millennials and Gen Z babies. Who have done NOTHING. Those who have the least to crow about crow the loudest.
If you have little or no accomplishments, (and not likely to ever have one) what is left but to take a photo of your lunch and post it online? You are so important the world needs to know what you are digesting today.
I’m surprised they haven’t started pointing their iPhones as the food leaves their photogenic (in their mind) buttocks.
And what’s with this doing the duck lip thing in public bathrooms? While thrusting their rear end out to make sure the camera gets the whole shot? I’ve seen a lifetime’s worth of these pictures. They all look the same.
Go to a concert or sporting event. Are these waffleheads using their $800 iPhones to take pictures of the band or sports stars? People who actually worked hard and accomplished something? Hell no. They’re taking selfies of themselves with those accomplished folks as just another backdrop for their twerking or duck lipping.
These are the same young brain deads who want to augment their brilliantly glowing minds and stunning beauty with a university degree and dozens of random tattoos.
Of course the degrees are the really demanding majors… inclusive Eskimo Womens’ Studies, Nonbinary Tempura Painting, Word Salad for Bureaucrats… and so on.
I don’t really mind a well done, artistic tattoo for those who are into them. A younger guy who used to work for me has a gorgeous and large tattoo that looks like Da Vinci designed it. He has spent many hundreds of dollars having it worked on over a number of years.
But that’s out of the price range of most Gen Zs who haven’t received their student loan payoff checks yet. Their $10 a pop tattoos look like they were attacked by a room full of psychotic first graders wielding black Sharpies.
Seriously. I really don’t mind if someone has a big boisterous ego and shouts it from the rooftops. I don’t. IF they can back it up with reality. IF it’s true and they are right. If it’s your badge… wear it proudly.
I worked for decades in the rock and roll world and in making movies and TV shows. You’ve never even seen a big ego ‘til you get a load of the ones there.
But there were quite a few geniuses in those fields who have done famous and large things in their lives, things that will live on long past their deaths. Some of them – well, a lot of them – are narcissistic as hell. But they earned it. I will give them a salute and move on.
Most of these public bathroom super stars and Instagram heros can’t name three presidents, can’t tell time on a clock with hands or drive a vehicle that needs you to shift gears. Frankly they don’t know what a gear is or that their car has one.
It’s no wonder they know nothing about the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution. They can’t read them! Because they’re written in what their incompetent public school teachers called “cursive.” It used to be called WRITING.
If they can’t tap it out with their thumbs, they’re lost. It might as well be Chinese.
Still think I’m a bit overboard? Go on YouTube or any of the social media sites.
There are thousands of videos that these young dullards have put together and posted.
If you want to get a laugh, don’t bother with the ones that they think are humorous. Most of their “humor” is at 4th grade level. Go for the ones where they put together their social and political “manifestos.” You will fall out of your chair howling.
And you wonder why we have the “leaders” in office that we have? These overgrown babies can vote. They are the result of “participation” trophies and parents who lied to them about their importance in the world.
I think it’s time to raise the voting age to 45. And raise it one more every year.
Thom Caraccio ([email protected]) is a retired musician and retired motion picture scenic artist living in West Palm Beach, Florida who hails from Columbus. He graduated from S.D. Lee High in 1968 and still considers Columbus his real hometown.
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